So here are the highlights. Bear with me if they’re not so entertaining.
Flying home from Georgia. We wrapped up another training camp on Sunday where 46 more World Racers were trained and readied for the mission field in October. I’m pretty sure I fell in love with all of them. This is rare. But the flight home on Monday was pretty incredible. I don’t know if any of you know this, but I have ridiculously long legs. Why? I’m not sure. Actually, I pin it on God because He made me and everything. But I hate flying because, typically, I’m cramped in a really small seat with little leg-room. Fortunately on this flight I was able to snag an exit row seat. The downside? The guy sitting next to me spilled over into my seat. Was he overweight? No. He was just plain bulky – a giant! I wanted to say something but I was afraid that he’d crush me with his fist…
Road rage. I don’t have it – at least I don’t like to think that I do. I’ve just noticed in the last few days as I drive about town that the slow drivers really tick me off. It’s not that I’m wanting to speed; it’s that these people are driving AT LEAST 10 miles an hour below the speed limit. The common denominator? They’re from Canada. I’m just sayin’… I’m just sayin’…
God put me in my place. So when I was in Georgia I felt like God told me I needed to start going to the gym on a regular basis. Why? Because I haven’t been and He said that He wanted to teach me something through it, that I needed to be disciplined in going. Well, last night before I went to bed I decided that I was going to get up early and go to the gym. I didn’t. I chose to sleep in longer. I told myself, “I just won’t go today… I’ve been every other day this week.” So as I poured my coffee and asked the Lord what to read this morning I heard Him say, “Hebrews 12.12” What does that say? “Therefore, strengthen your feeble arms and weak knees.” Yep… God smacked me.
Weekend alone. We live in a rather large house. Some of you know this, some of you don’t, but now you all do. It just so happens that all of the girls who live here are in Ireland this week and Jake leaves today for a wedding. Who does that leave in this big ol’ scary house by themselves? That’s right – me. Am I scared? Maybe a little bit. Perhaps I’ll make a video about the scary noises this house makes at night…
G.I. Joe. I haven’t done a media review of anything in awhile. I’m actually a little ashamed of the fact that I went and saw this movie. It seems a little childish to me, but I went to see it nonetheless. Was it worth it? I felt like I was watching a cartoon the entire time. The special effects weren’t the best and they used the blue ray gun one too many times. Would I recommend it though? Only if you want to do something mindless for an hour and a half.
